Elena's Journal From Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

If anyone can shape free will, it's you, Elena, the prophet. - Not even my mate listens to me. - Everyone listens to you more than you think. Elena gets up and goes to the bedside table. She fills a glass of water and drinks it to the end. - My lady, what about the war? – she asks, turning to the bed, but the goddess is no longer there. The Vampires who followed Vlad's uncle sneak into the counselors' chamber and go down to the dungeons. The place was practically empty, except for a cell at the back where two Crypt Guards were stationed.

It took her a few seconds more to summon the courage to ask the final question, “And why did you save me?” Caleb stared off into the horizon for several seconds. She could not tell what he was thinking, or if he would even answer. Finally, he turned to her. He stared right into her eyes, and the power of his stare was overwhelming. She couldn’t look away if she tried. “I am a vampire,” he said, flatly. “Of the White Coven. I have lived for over 3,000 years, and I have been with this coven for 800 of them.”

I stood in the center of that room, trembling, wondering: *Who was I? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That night, I wandered deeper into the villa and found a library. A quiet, circular room lined with shelves from floor to ceiling. In the corner: a desk. On it: a black leather-bound journal. Locked. I hesitated. My name was engraved in gold leaf across the front. Not just “Elena.” “Elena Voss”. The sight of it jolted something in me. My hands moved on their own - lifting the book, weighing it, fingers brushing over the small biometric pad embedded in the spine. Without knowing why, I pricked my finger on the

Shadows clung to every corner. Gabriel slipped from his jacket. Alessio hung his rifle on a rack. Mia and Kara left Elena alone for a moment, vanishing down the corridor. Elena wandered into the smaller drawing room. Champagne glasses and half-eaten trays of hors d’oeuvres sat on tables. She picked at a canapé, mind lost in the day’s horrors. Gabriel found her. He slid onto a chaise opposite. “You okay?” She set the bite down. “I saw death today. I saw anger. I saw hate.”

"They died when I was young." "I'm sorry." "Don't be. They're with the moon now." --- Lena was quiet for a moment. "Tell me about Elena." Kael's heart lurched. "What do you want to know?" "Everything. Who she was. Why she gave me away. Why she trusted you." Kael took a breath. "Elena was a vampire. Young, brave, determined to protect you. She came to my pack seeking shelter, seeking allies." "And you helped her?"

I forced my chin up, meeting his dead gaze. "I, Alpha Kaelen of the Northern Court," he stated, each word cutting through me like a knife, "do not accept the trickery of the moon. I reject you, Elena of the Crescent Pack, as my mate and future Luna." The room collectively drew in a sharp breath.

~VIOLA,S POV~ The cold breeze swept through the open windows, carrying the scent of the woods. I sat by the fireplace in my room, a hand placed protectively on my belly. I massaged it, a faint smile touching my lips as I felt a kick. A full month had gone since my step sister was tajen out of the picture . Yet, my mind wasn’t settled. It seemed there was something missing somewhere. Something that has driven my unsatisfaction. I stood up and made my way to the window, where I watched the rest of the werewolves gathering the rest of their belongings and head back home. The last rites for Elena had taken place earlier today. It was more crowded than I expected.

I could not hold back my tears, immediately he hug me so tight but I remove myself from him "on this day, she would be free and able to associate with others as Alexander's mate" I cried out still feeling quilt about it "it's getting late, the servants are waiting for me to get her prepared the way I want" Left him at the front cottage, and hurried down to the locker room, I stood there for an extent and then finally opens the door. I saw Elena with an album in her hands and a small candle in a small chocolate cake then she hides behind her back immediately our eyes met

Elena's POV "My life is a little complicated right now and I wish now more than ever that you were here so I could talk to you," I whisper. The light breeze in the air whips my brown locks to the side. The smell of the coming winter lingers in the Seattle air. I grab the sides of my black coat and pull it tighter around me in a futile attempt to keep the cold air from touching my already trembling body. I look at the marble stone and run my fingers along the white, engraved words that read, 'In Loving Memory of Jessica Danvers April 15, 1968 - October 21, 2009, Beloved wife, mother, daughter and friend.'

Tomorrow can’t come soon enough. As Caitlin wrote her final sentence, filling the final page, she slowly closed the journal. It was finished. She could not believe it. She held it there, in her hands, feeling the weight of it. A tear ran down her cheek as she pondered all the times and places she had written in it, all the hard times she had gone through. Somehow, she had survived. And this was her testament. Her vampire journal. Caitlin closed her eyes and rested her head on it, and she didn’t know why, but she began to cry. Her cries softly filled the air, blended with the cry of a night bird’s song, and slowly, she lulled herself to sleep.